PAGE TWO - UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS FRIDAY. MARCH 31, 1933 Official Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS LAWRENCE, KANSAS University Daily Kansan LAWRENCE, KANSAS Editor-in-Chief PAUL V. MINEI Editor-In-Chief PAUL V. 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Entered as second-class matter September 19, at the office at lawrence, Kansas As one co-ed walks by the law building, and the familiar tune rings out, her mind goes back to the time when other boys, much smaller, but certainly in a more dignified manner, turned cart-wheels, stood on their heads, and performed often seemingly difficult feats—all for the sake of attention from the fairer sex. "DREAM REASONING" Criticism, sharp and sarcetic, has been evoked by Kansan editorials denouncing the idle meandering of lazy students across the campus grass. There are those who reason that if the "cow-paths" are there, it is because they ought to be. They declare that grass grew to be walked on. Therefore, it is the natural and right thing to do. It's just a case of what is to be, being. This theory is not quite clear in its intricate workings, but it may be assumed that the same principle may be applied to the rest of our numerous troubles. If University women were meant to keep closing rules, they would keep them. If studying were supposed to be done, it would accomplish itself. Aha this reasoning is great stuff—for dreams. But while these mental giants hash over the ill effects of inhibiting students rath makers, the grass grows more splotty and unsightly. With the coming of a new green to the campus grass, the paths across its face becomes correspondingly bigger, against a contrast equalled only by the brain function of some students and actual reasoning. WE ASK FOR SYMPATHY As the sun streams down, the wind blows softly and the air is full of spring. "Everything is swell except that we have to go to school. Again comes that breeze full of the odor of hyacinths and bursting buds—aw, who cares whether school keeps or not. The good old Lawrence sidewalk seems to be full of bumps as high as Pike's Peak; we have two minutes to get to class, our term papers and mid-semesters give us the nervous shakes. Weather probits may forecast and fall time and again, but two early indicators will go on through the Lawrence Spring Openings. A FUTURE NECESSITY The University of Kansas is not the only institution which has been confronted with the problem of what to do about the college year book. Recently the senior class council of the University of Chicago voted to discontinue the publication of the "Cap and Gown." Other schools are being forced to take similar steps, or at least to initiate curtailments in the plans and the price charged for the books. The demise of the college annual is in the main directly attributable to the editorial staffs of the publications themselves. In the pre-depression days the original idea behind the publishing of the annual was lost and all efforts were bent toward obtaining a book that was more costly, more maddy, more bulky, and at the same time a book that was a great deal less intimate and possessive of direct complements with the school it was supposed to represent. In most cases the actual preparation of the book was left more and more to the printer, and any originality and ingenuity that the editors might use in compiling it was sacrificed. The natural results of such policies were the loss of interest on the part of the student body and consequent financial difficulties. In future years it would be a wise move on the part of the editors of the Jayhawker if they bent their energies to producing a book that is really representative of the University and one in a price range within reach of the majority of students. This last factor may be accomplished if the editors will relegate to the back-background such features as All-American ratings, advertising values, and expensive trappings and consider instead student wants and financial means. In short, they must realize that gaudiness or size does not always 'enote quality' The thoughtful freeman says that it is a good thing a full-million dollar label and has been successful with some down issue magazine articles appearing about him in the past two months, he was beginning to believe that the Kirkpatrick case was curable, or had dawn on something. FROM ALL SUCH THINGS Recipe for the bored collegiate who adds to our campus in listing t as a habitation of the untouchables: Take one disappointed high school athlete, slightly overgrown; remove all trace of modesty; eradicate all mention of inferiority; add able an idea of self-importance irn in several measures of egosim; at brain in half and divide by any onement number; expose to like and until半 baked; garnish with lothes, cars, and workly goods to be amount that papa can or will fellow. Then let us run Then let us run. Now when they make the college movies with all the scenes of drinking 1.2 love on the various campuses, they can always turn to Kansas as an aid University, can't they? STUDENT-FACULTY BULLFESTS University of Michigan students who have run up against problems of life which they cannot solve, or who are bothered and perplexed by situations they do not know how to meet, have an opportunity to discuss their troubles with members of the faculty and fellow students at a Spring Parley which is held every year. A discussion group of this type might well be set up on this campus. Students often run up against problems that perplex them. It is the common thing for them to discuss such matters with each other, but many times advice and discussion from a more mature mind would be extremely beneficial. In student "bull fests", frequently the participants take the wrong track or get a lopsided slant on the matter. If an older person, who has "been through the mill," were present to point out the fallacies of the argument or discussion, it would be better for all concerned. There are various Hill organizations that could sponsor such a "giornificent bull fest," or it is conceivable even that the University itself would be interested in conducting an intelligent discussion of student problems which undoubtedly would result in constructive good. OVERBALANCED Some college students, in their attempts to live free lives, are prone to swing too far on the pendulum of moral balance in the direction of relaxed morals. Having been reared in conformity with the moral code, they have a tendency upon leaving home to overstep the barriers of common deception which were set up in their home training and indulge in various excesses. OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN SIGMA ETA CHI; neebler's Office at 11 a. m., on Friday afternoon and and 11 a. m., at Saturday for Sunday issues. Vol. XXX Friday March 21. 1933 International freedom, just as domestic maladjustment, will always be with us. The question is not whether there are any forms of armed hostilities, whether that strife is expressed in the form of armed hostilities. There is no some reason for war. All disputes can be settled peacefully. Moreover, all must understand that if our civilization is to survive. there will be a meeting of Sigma Chi at 5:15 Sunday in the room. This will be a guest meeting. GENERALIDION IRON, President. A young ladies' Sunday School class in Pratt has named the class "Big Saw" because it is so difficult to get the members of the class together. -Pratt Union. The time when it makes a man the maddest to call him a liar is when he moves you tell the truth—Cawker City jedger. Wonder if Henry Ford managed to corral n Wall Street bull for his famous museum.—Daily Trojan. In Natural Poet An animal that loves to mock us that is oratory cinerate, streptoceous. —A W. J. in Arkansas City Traveler UNIVERSITY WOMEN'S CLUB: Many of those who do not actually transgress the laws of conduct assume a "hey, hey" spirit and talk as if they despised all moral restrictions. This is the worst type of campus "immoralist." Being afraid actually to carry his self-verified beliefs into action, this kind of student tries to hide his naivete behind a cloak of sophistication woven of hypersity. Before you reach for a sweet be sure the young lady is agreeable—Armour Tech News. The world in a good many years has learned that restrictions on human conduct are necessary to a well-regulated state of affairs. College students, being young nd impulsive, often wish to do away with the restrictions. But, because they are young and impulsive, they fail to see the shortcomings of human nature which now make a moral code necessary, and, as has been demonstrated in the past, will always make barriers necessary. Our Contemporaries But, no one has ever solved a problem by forgetting it. When Prof. Kirk notes that lack of finances is the only real obstacle in the way of a major war, he is thereby showing how thin is the thread that keeps us from disaster. He is also posing the question, What is your answer to the war danger? That is a problem of our generations. Never can it take up too much of our attention. No.139 --to be final" he said glumly. "But what frets me, Tom, is where John comes in . . . or not let in." Now is the time, apparently, for the growth of an organized war resistance movement. With our knowledge of infiltration in this distracted world, war is an insult to the college youth of the world. Now is the time certainly for definite expression of student opinion. When it will be too late—Daily Cardinal. Whether the increasing diplomatic tension in Europe will lead, as Prof Grayson Kirk fears, to international conflict is a question which should receive the serious attention of the youth of the world. YOUTH SHOULD CONSIDER WAR QUESTIONS All senior and graduate students of the University are invited to be guests of the University Women's club on *Axel* 6, at Meyers hall from 5 to 8 a.m. (Wednesday). In lieu of payment, please send an envelope addressed to: We are all too apt to live our little lives without any great concern over dangers which although seemingly remote are ultimately most real. War is just one of those possibilities upon which we must mind a human mind does not like to dwell. Girls today, according to a college dean, go hungry to buy clothes. Why don't they then?—Cawker City Ledge A Washington man has returned nearly a ton of gold to the treasury. Probably got tired of carrying it around.-Kansas City Kansan QUIPS from other QUILLS Anybody who knows anything about farm life will wonder how Neah ever got two pigs into the ark—McPherson Republican. Ill Natured Poem --to be final" he said glumly. "But what frets me, Tom, is where John comes in . . . or not let in." BELOW ZERO A Romance of the North Woods 图 HAROLD TITUS Copyright. 1922. WNU Service CHAPTER I In his young days Tom Bokhap may have squirmed new and then; most men who have undergone the vleis-titudes of fortune-bulling in the lumber industry have. But this much is certain: for a brace of decades, he had occasioned him to himself, concealed behind that trunk, griff front. Now, however, he put on a first-rate exhibition of a man in an uncomfortable corner as Harrington, small and quiet, was dressed in an obscous chamber and stared at him. The old fellow had made his assis- tion with a growl, as he always did when at variance with his alids, and ordinarily that tone ended argument. "But," said Harrison, after that long pause occasioned by incredulity, "what's the boy going to say to that?" "He'll do as he told." "Twice? You!' displease him twice, Tom! 'A boy with . . . with him!' he says. . . with Him!' he scratched his thin hair absurd and frowned, and old Tom, stink, in his aneurysm an uneasy eye at him, an eye which had in it defiance and determination and, perhaps, a hint of appeal, "How he took it standing a year ago in the park," he said to Witch Hill instead of to Kumphsfet. That was a body-blow, after all the talk and planning, but you told him to go and watch him play. Now, here coming in a few minutes to claim the reward you held out to him, and instead of sending him to Kumphsfet, you're shouting him off on Dickapent Seak. It beats The other filleted with his watch claim and cleared his throat irritably. He had been stung by a mosquito. Kumphset yet, . . . Not yet! "No" shook his head, "No." Sir! Not to do. Harrington's gray cew were prying now, suspicion rite in them as he stilled the inverted face of the man he knew so well. "Are you in trouble at Kampestef?" he asked quietly, and the old face flashed on him. "I am in my own tremble." A watcher might not have noticed that Harrison had tensed on his quack, but the sudden relaxing of his body was obvious. "I thought as much," he said grimly, meeting the challenge in those eyes. "I was afraid trouble might follow when you got Gorked on this thing. I've unspected matters weren't right when you came back from Kampfest, when you came back from Kampfest, you had the look of a better man, and I was pretty sure. Now, I know." "Look here. Tom! Why don't you use us help you up there? Why don't you come down off your high horse and take things out while you're away?" "You know a lot!"—grumply as he hitched closer to the massive desk. The other did not respond. With pursed lips he pondered a moment and then burst out: "From the beginning you've all been against me on my opinion of Gorbel, but I'm an organization to ... to John himself, you did not like him, you didn't like a 49-year-old of a pardonable boy, warned me after he talked to the gun twenty minutes. Warned me! "You don't hear a lot of guessing!" he snorted. "You're guessing at things, Harrison." He h swung in his chair to the man's face. "The maghogny with his palm. 'Guesswork.' It adult nothing; I deny 'I'll tell you what's wrong,' bad business its is? I if guessed wrong on a man, whose funeral is it? If I've got dirty clothes to wash, whose "But I bet on Gorbel. He had the lay-out I've wanted all my life, had it tied up. I took him on and listened to all you made me do. I made you mind that the Beckan Lumber company offices never would have to bother with a line of Beklan & Gorbel business. It put under my hat and it's been there ever since where its got to stay. Harrington, and you can shut it in your pipe?" Belknap gave a mirthless laugh. His face was flushed now. His face was flushed now. The other shrugged. "That ought ou Tom sank back in his chair an, stared bleachily through the great window analog which a savage used to peel itself in across crescent sule Lake Michigan. "That's sometime'in' else," he growled. Harrington persistently eyed him, and the old man squirmed again. "There's only one thing that really matters, when all's said and done," he said. "He's a man with a reputation narrows down to his reputation with certain folks. I've got to take something everybody with self-reflecting's got to have; and I rated as rich, but I don't give a boot about how much the company is worth, or the value of any of the outfits it controls under other names. I'm glad I've got to make sure men can own clothes that men must concede I'm a fair fighter. But there only one thing that matters much, that gets in close to a man's personality. That's what I think of me." Silence for a moment, except for the buffetings of the gale about that Chicago skirmerer. "You've got three kids, Harrington. I had only one . . . and a humbling! That cub. It —Hits'ba, a bell." That cub was on my desk, some things! Nobody'll ever know how hard I tried to play up to what he's thought of me ever since he took over the school. What what a burden it's been to be the kind of a party he thought I was." The rough voice and become a monotonone now, as though he forges for it. "He opposed me just once; he warned me just once. Him, a kid, warmly' noun about my indictment of a criminal." I wrote. Well, I laughed at him—and—" Hirrington added: "And he was right." "Another guess—in another surly growl. "But—"looking up again, face furrowed with intense earnestness—"if that was so—I'm not addititn it; but if it was so—would you let him find it out first? Would you let him hide it and say I told possessor. Fuse. "On no account, I wouldn't! "You wouldn't let him even suspect that the thing he'd worked for and was paid for," you could probably tell. You wouldn't let him think that the one present he'd wanted was marred before it got into his hands. Not until someone else had to come, somehow, even if the trouble was so mysterious you couldn't locate it, let me explain. You'd be surprised a savage he'd had of you wouldn't like anything of . . . of what it had! Then you'll tell him he'd been right. He waited a long moment, "Wouldn't vou?' he insisted. "If I had your devotion and the Rikkenpakt pride, Tom, I expect I would," Harrison answered gravely. "But I have to go back to Europe today for Europe and won't be—" "Yes! The devil of it! And the devil of it, the d—n doctors are right! I'm no fool. Hurrington; I know that they know. I know when he wants me to place where business can't reach me that I'd better hit the grade for that place. Well, nobody but the doctors and you know this trip's forced, I understand. A tinker operation can go to b—1 in a heap in ninety days. It be back! I'll be fit to go into the Kampfest thing with sleeves rolled up, find out what and how much is wrong, and I will for John as well wed planned it best. "But don't you see that while you're away the office could—" "I wash my own dirty linen!" "But suppose, Tom, something should happen!" mploye. The old man shook his head, half in negation, half in agreement. "I have to come clean, then, I guess. I've prepared or we will, but I'm going to envelope." I wrote this last night. It's for John if . . . , if some catchance should happen. If I come back, I will get it back from me. And if I don't come back, you might just say, Harrington . . . , say to the man who was a humbly "will you?" The strong voice shook a trifle as Harrington eyed the firm pen strokes, inscribing the name of John Steele Bellapin on that envelope. "Sure, Tom," the secretary said just a bit hustily. "Sure thing." And I brought him back to room 246 to remember he's got his father's pride, he has such pride. "So much bit he must to save him a fall!" And a half-hour later in that chamber, the brain housing of vast industry, a young man was about to burn up. when swanson got sick there was nothing else to do but put me in to run the show, was there? A big young man, this John Steele Belkham, tall and broad and thick of chest. Out of place, he looked, in this room, with its deep-napped rugs and heavy hungings. He was a maroon hunging. In his arms clung to stuntwalt calves; feet in the greased paces were spread a bit as a "man will when he meets an assault. His face was weather-beaten but a bit pale now, his nostrils dilated in the ache. He wore a vestsie of good humor in the deep crevices, the semblance of a grin on the wide mouth and the hold to stay by it another minute, to hold the old dander down just another "But don't you see, Tom," he began, "that it's all I've worked and waited for all these years? It won't anyw it's not there. The first plans I'd made for myself. "I didn't want any help from you. "I always figured on hitting it off for myself to see how good I am, just as you did, and grandfather I. I wanted forestry school and got it, and I went to work with some other organization so see what I could do, and if I checked out, would you then get in here with you? "Then you stumbled on to a location and the properties that fitted like a glove to a plan. You couldn't wait for me to get there, because if any demonstration is going to be of account it's got to show profit, and big timber holdings can't be carried along any more than a couple of feet. So get the mill up and running, the best mill over built! You got the chemical plans operating. You were going to exert pressure in the shop and buy him out and wed go to it. You and I . . . Together!" He extended one hand in a little gesture. "We wound her up. When I knew you and mother were going today I got the last of the equipment loaded, the last chore done, and high-tailed down here without even notice I thought Kampfert at last. And instead of that I'm told that I am now super-intendent at Bolkum Seven!" "And when I thought I was ready for that, I went up to Witch Hill. I'll admit now that it was a bitter dose. But I took it, did it? I stayed on longer than round I would finger into the Klimpet fleece. I've been waiting for months for word that I could drop it, and the word has never come. His lax fast fell on the desk, and he nodded as if weared. His father sniffed and rattled the sheet of paper he held. "That's the trouble with you young gaffers. Don't have the guts to wait. To get jump in and learn jobs from the top down. Stuffed shirts, for God knows how many years; yes men. You won't take the time to learn from you. "That's the Trouble With You Young Gaffers—Don't Have the Guts to Wait." "Doesn't that mean anything?" John asked with a curt gesture towards the nayer in the age-mottled hands, "To whom it may concern, dear sir. John Stérel has worked as camp foreman here for one year. He is only a doctor. You've had worse words. Resp. Jerry Melt." The man's eyes dropped to that scrawl, written on the letter-head of the Witch Hill Lumber company. He read it once more; The lowering of his face concealed from the son's burning eyes the pride and determination he must know the warmth which re-reading the words generated again in the old heart, the churl or chirr and four at what he grunted. He grunted and the dismissing gesture as he tossed the letter back to the desk top with a scribble on his feet and tighten his lips. "Sandy!" old Tom growled. "Sand- writin' a recommendation." He laughed. "I'll do anything for anybody before?" Not much! Why, he was so cramped he left out the only one. "You should wear it for anybody as it for you because he liked you. As my oldtimers always we'd done, he wouldn't." "Bibbed!" The interruption was with hot anger. "Jibbed me, did he? I had a chance to laughhagged bitterly." I know what went ahead of me to Witch Hall. Sandy told me when it was all over. You were in the classroom and Bokpak was left after the college professors got through with one. You knew it as rough for me as he knew how!" He nodded again, that brisk, irrit gesture. "And what of it?" "Did I get something better then? Guess again! I swamped I drew team. I went with the house crew, crew. He had a little joy in the rest of the 'em. Yeah, College boy. Getting sand-paper because he was son of the push!" He nodded once more, a bit white now. "Four things I'd proved I could do better than anybody else there. Four!"—holding up the fingers of a trembling hand, she paused to partner to say with no even at the money I made for him? I could not! They brought in a Flinn who'd never worked with me before. I handed her the turkey ninth day and went out with his tail dragging, and "You know what happened then. Forty cents a thousand I saved you but anything that'd ever been done wasn't worth it, and I'm winding up the job at that! And the boys liked me, I had 'em working her heels off for you and showed the country since God knows when the country since God knows when." "Suffed shirt? Yes; man?" II-1 "Stuffed shirt? Yes-man? H—le str!" Wait, the word "stir!" is at the end of the line. The word "stuffed shirt?" is after "shirt?" The word "Yes-man?" is after "man?" The word "H—le" is after "he." The word "str!..." is after "str." Let's re-examine the image one more time. "Stuffed shirt? Yes-man? H—le str!" Yes. Wait, the word "stir!" is at the end of the line. The word "stuffed shirt? Yes-man? H—le str!" Yes. Let's re-examine the image one more time. "Stuffed shirt? Yes-man? H—le str!" Yes. Okay, I'm ready to output. "My," said old Tom with forced sardonic mildness. "My, you're proud, nin't you? The boy caught his breath as though for a stormy denial; checked himself and dared: His fist lit to the desk again, but this time with a sharp thud. Tom Belkamp's eyes left that accusing gaze, and he stared once more through the "one thing," he proponed, "you've to learn to be known to men, to go along with men. You don't like Gorbel." "No! I never have! Neither does anybody else around this outfit!"—with an inclusive gesture. "You've got to be careful with your feet, if you won't ready to buy him out I won't lock horns with him. Let him run the office and the mills; let him run the bask. I want to get into the office at Kampfest. There'd no conflict." "he," he said dryly; as if to end debate with himself, and the suggested alteration of his face which had threatened, perhaps, a melting, a softening, came to nothing. "it goes back to where we started; that I'm from where I think men and putting 'em where I think they'll do me the most good." "As I was spit 'n' you, Don't like Gor- me and for no reason, I can see. You've got to learn why you like and don't like men. You've only been on the ground since you were born. come spring you show me what you're wound on." Color was deepening in the lined face and the eyes showed palette against it. "We've had a lot of gobble this foreman. Here's your male make up. See me. make a show'n somewhere else, and when I get back . . . we'll see what we can see! He rose. "That's all then?" John asked, oddly restrained. "That's all there is. The Century leaves in two hours. If you're going to say good-by to your mother you'd better be about it." The boy stood irresolute, conflicting impulses surging within him. Then, with a sweeping movement, he snatched up his cap. "Good-by. sir."—crisply. "Good-by, John. I . . . well, goodby!"—gruffly. Banana Salad 15c Their hands met briefly. Formally, "You row," . . . "Difficult to tell whether that was statement or query; difficult to prove." The answer was the throat had been necessary or not. "I seem to have my orders," the boy says, and none could be told what. He wheeled and went quickly, and for a long moment after he had finished, he slammed the old figure. He lifted one hand with a helpless movement and sank into the great chair, chin on knackles . . . He moved back, his helpless to rectify my mood . . . One of the Spring Specials at the Union Fountain Sub-Basement, Memorial Union Rain or Shine You Get to Church —to the show —to the vespers —to the train —to school warm, dry, and on time in a taxi. PHONE 65 Jayhawk Taxi Ike Guffin, Prop.